Page 44 of Seduced By a Billionaire

Eyebrows arched she turned to Kyle, “How about you?”

“Both. And bacon,” he said, patting his ripped stomach, “I have to put some weight back on, the doc said as much.”

Sitting side by side on bar stools facing Ella, Kyle nudged Finn, slyly winking as Finn chimed in, “Yeah, me too! I want both and bacon.”

“Well I can’t argue with doctor’s orders, or a growing kid, can I?”

Kyle and Finn exchanged smirks and watched as Ella pulled out a bowl for mixing up the pancake batter then began gathering the rest of her ingredients and lining them up on the huge granite countertop.

“I’d say your nanny is fairly proficient in the kitchen, what do ya think?”

“Yeah and I’m glad because I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving,” Kyle said.

Teasing Ella, Kyle continued his running commentary, “See how she expertly cracked those eggs? That is a real skill buddy. She handles that whisk like a master chef.”

Finn catching on said, “Yeah giving Chef Jacques a run for his money, right Dad?”

“Ha ha a kitchen full of comedians, just wait’ til you taste them. Pancakes are my specialty.”

Kyle couldn’t get enough of this show, Ella barefoot, wearing a pair of short cut-off jeans and a skimpy cropped tank top. She had her hair piled on top of her head, her skin was golden from the days by the pool and she looked radiant and fresh. It had been a long time since he had felt this alive or for that matter this attracted to someone. Even more endearing was the flour streaked across her cheek.

“Ella, can I help?” Finn asked.

“I think I can put you to work. I’ll pull the step stool up to the sink and you can wash the berries for me.”

Kyle had a moment of melancholy watching the two of them together, but it was quickly eclipsed by Finn’s delight. It was contagious and before long he was grabbing the bacon from the fridge to add to a skillet.

Ella’s lips twitched, “The billionaire knows how to cook?”

“Hey, I had great nannies, what can I say,” the corners of his eyes crinkled in that way she found irresistible.

With Finn busy at the sink and the bacon cooking, Kyle edged close to Ella and pressed his body against her back pinning her to the counter. He was naked from the waist up and wore sweatpants that hung loosely from his hips. He could feel the heat of her body through her thin cotton tank top. He peered over her shoulder as she whipped the cream with a blender and whispered in her ear, “If there’s any left-over whipped cream, I have a couple of ideas for it I’d like to share with you.” Kyle inhaled her intoxicating scent and wanted more.

She finished the cream and turned off the mixer. Her voice slightly breathless, she said, “Don’t burn the bacon.”

“Under control chef.”

Ella slid out from between Kyle and the counter to see how the fruit was holding up. “How ya doing over here sport?”

“I’m almost done.” Ella hid a smile looking at the mushed berries.

“It’s about time for me to cook the eggs. Do you want to be in charge of the toast?”

“Yes please,” Finn said.

She handed him several slices of bread and moved his step stool to the toaster. “When the toast pops up here is the knife and butter, maybe your dad and you can do that together?”

“Sure.”

The intimacy was suddenly pierced by a sultry voice, “Well well well. Domestic bliss with the domestic help, charming.”

“Hey Charlene, what brings you out and about?”

Pursing her lips in a pout she complained, “Well since you never called me back yesterday, I thought I should come see for myself how you’re really doing.”

“How’s my favorite little rug-rat?” she said. Finn ignored her.

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